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| Welcome. This is a sampling of the poetry of Michael Egidio Quigg (that's me). I'm calling it a rolling archive. There are 10 poems here now. Every week or two, I'll take out 2 or 3 and replace them with different ones. Any new pieces will appear on my MySpace blog, Beacon's Blog.
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***Spoken version at spoken.worksofq.net & myspace.com/spokenworksofq*** Groping
What do you what do you what do YOU know? About me or about thee Perception's reality a deception A demonstration of mental contraception Of a life with blindfold You won't try to see so how will the truth hold? Stagger around the liar's den a little more Don't even consider that you're a whore Just make sure tight is the knot Because underneath, your eyes, they R O T .©2006 Michael Egidio Quigg
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Part of a Whole
I have no delusions About my confusions They lead me places Where I can never see faces Just the blur of uncertainty Completely exposing my humanity Turning my insides out Causing me to feel drought So my skin does crack and bleed And I’m crushed under the stampede That pounds me into the ground Drowning out the sound Of a cacophony of inhuman screams Down here, there are no dreams
©2005 Michael Egidio Quig
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***Spoken version at spoken.worksofq.net & myspace.com/spokenworksofq*** Sleepless Mind
A sleepless mind tries to find a way to sanity But it's a calamity Don't know which way to turn Everywhere it goes all I feel is the yearn Every breath is a death of sorts Ugly and painful and covered in warts Making me more and more mad Every thought becomes bad Roll over to try again But then it's a different den A new madness Reaping what was sown by sadness Afraid to open my eyes Because my mind's demon flies around me Attempting to confound me To skew my perception Make me believe deception Tries to deliver me to a new madness To reap what was sown by sadness
©2007 Michael Egidio Quigg
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A Mockery
I’m just so sick of my own hypocrisy Of my ideals it makes a mockery On everyday I draw a breath I wish my fear would meet death And I would join the world of the living And learn to be more forgiving Of my countless flaws And my self-turned claws Would pull away long enough for Me to see the opening of the door
The fabric of time grazes against my head As I try to become undead Hurrying me along as I stumble and fall Trying to leap over my own wall Which seems taller than my will So my soul it cannot fulfill I punch and kick at my blocking And scream as if it can hear me talking But if it could, laughing it would be Mocking, Mocking, Mocking me. ©2005 Michael Egidio Quigg
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Seeing through another’s eyes Living another’s lies Spending another’s days Lost in another’s ways Having another’s discontent Following another’s descent Becoming another’s slave Thrown into another’s grave Feeling another’s pain Now I am insane I am not me I am not you I am only true
©2005 Michael Egidio Quigg
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“Slip Sliding Away…”
It isn’t paranoia or superstition They are on a mission Control of your soul is the prize They’re blinding your eyes with lies Attacked if you’re not the same Don’t mistakenly think it a game For them it isn’t hard to see That their way is the only way to be It isn’t good enough to be you You are sinful and untrue You are un-American You are not to breathe again Silver spoon in the house of white Squash us all out of spite But I am not to be one That waits to fight until they’re done The battle begins now It is time to gut the sow Weapons of deception Used to control perception Of the evil-doers deeds Until we all wear widow’s weeds And wonder what has become To the dream of being one It used to be achievable Now it’s becoming inconceivable It isn’t good enough to be you You are sinful and untrue You are un-American You are not to breathe again Win it all with a show of might Blast us all into that dark night Turn the world into their domain Until they are all that remain The battle begins now It is time to gut the sow
Copyright ©2005 Michael Egidio Quigg
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In our own dark age bathed in light We believe ourselves enlightened But making the decision to fight Shows that we are merely frightened
Fear of losing our status Fear of losing our comfort We allow the wicked to bait us And the truth to pervert
We swallow it all like gluttons Fat, stupid and lazy Our guts push at our buttons And our minds see the truth as crazy
Blindly falling into an abyss Without a care in this world Our souls are swallowed by darkness And our evil is unfurled
©2006 Michael Egidio Quigg
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“Sometimes I Feel As If It’s All a Façade…”
In the beginning I didn’t know …that I didn’t know I knew something was off though I knew something was askew But it wasn’t me; it was you You taught me one way Then lived another everyday You’d pray and pray and pray Hoping your demons it would slay But your truth could not be denied No matter how frantically you tried You knew something was askew But it wasn’t me; it was you You turned your head away As if it were all a play But avoiding the price to pay Does not clear the way Disappearing is not for me I've seen your lies clearly I knew something was askew But it wasn’t me; it was you
Copyright ©2005 Michael Egidio Quigg
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But I Do
You can pretend I don’t but I do You can turn your eyes away and avoid mine everyday And you can pretend I don’t but I do Your power is but a fallacy, a gift from the forces of hypocrisy You can pretend I don’t but I do You can bang hard your gavel and the make spineless grovel And you can pretend I don’t but I do You once strove to make a change but your ideal did derange You can pretend I don’t but I do Your arrogance knows no peer as you control through fear And you can pretend I don’t but I do My existence does not depend on you You can pretend I don’t But
I
©2006 Michael Egidio Quigg
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Manifest Destiny
Go west young man and expand the brutality Go forth and kill in the name of Manifest Destiny Steal the lands from the ones who care Take more, so much more, than our share Turn the dusty trails into graveyards Follow the lead of the conquering Spaniards Eliminate cultures disagreeable And dispose of troubles foreseeable
Go forth young man and expand the brutality Go forth and kill in the name of Manifest Destiny Soon you’ll head south young man To extend our power as far as you can Take half of Mexico as our own And exert more power than has ever been known Bring with you genocide and disease Rape the women and land and take what you please
Go forth young man and expand the brutality Go forth and kill in the name of Manifest Destiny Now back across the pond to exploit ‘til it’s ours Teach them not to fight lest we use our super powers For oil we will lie and kill Spread the greed, show them the thrill Of wealth and power at any and all cost And teach them to ignore the mournful cries of lives lost
© 2006 Michael Egidio Quigg
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